*Loot pushes the door open and drags himself to the bar and lays his head on it, he smells strongly of pine needles*
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[i]I appear in a seat a few seats down.[/i] "Greed. How's it going?"
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... Tree, tree bad, hate tree...
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"I don't suppose you'd like me to incinerate the tree?" [i]I raise an eyebrow at Loot.[/i]
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... No, because then I'd have to go find another one, and I'd probably have [i]help[/i]...
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"Who might that be?'
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... Any number of my servants, or worst of all my sister...
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"Your sister? Lust I take it?"
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... Yes, she isn't related by, blood since neither of us were really "born" but she's decided I'm her older brother...
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"Ah. And how would I go about meeting her? Excuse my curiosity dear Greed."
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... She doesn't really leave home anymore, she lets her children do all of the work...
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"She has children?" [i]I raise an eyebrow.[/i]
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... Yes, in our reality she's the mother of all incubi and succubi, there is no father, she just created them...
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"Well that makes sense. Why were you looking for a tree?"
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*he pauses* ... Because it's Christmas?...
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"Ah. Right. How do you celebrate Christmas?"
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... Like everybody else? A tree, some decorations, presents, listen to festive music and make food, I however am not allowed in the kitchen...
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"Why?" [i]I chuckle.[/i]
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... It's "not where I belong" apparently where I belong is on the couch...
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"Assuming with one of your housemates on each arm?" [i]A copy of the new bottle appears in my hand as I take a few sips.[/i]
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... No, not really, it's generally me and then Cara on my lap rewatching Frosty the Snowman for the 100th time...
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"Remind me, Cara is the older sister? Or the younger one?"
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... The youngest, she's in actuality pretty old but would be equivalent to a kindergartener...
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"Curious. I might visit sometime, with your permission of course. Anyway, how have you been as of late, besides your Christmas troubles?"
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... I've been fine, nothing incredibly life changing has happened...
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"Well, should there have?"